Consider green lakes
  and the Idiory of clocks
  someone shot nostalgia in the back
  someone shot our innocence
  
  a broken arrow in a bloody pool
  the wound in the face
  of midnight proposals
  someone shot nostalgia in the back
  someone shot our innocence
  
  In the shadow of his smile
  In the shadow of his smile
  In the shadow of his smile
  In the shadow of his smile
  
  all our dreams have melted down
  we´re hiding in the bushes
  from dead men
  doing Douglas Fairbanks stunts
  
  all our stories burnt
  our films lost in the rushes
  we can´t paint any pictures
  as the moon has all our brushes
  
  extracting wasps stings in flight
  who killed Mr. Moonlight?
  who killed Mr. Moonlight?
  in the shadow of his smile
  who killed Mr. Moonlight?
  in the shadow of his smile